At last I understand,
Why shaping these words brings me peace,
Pouring them out across a page,
Silently speaking the deepest secrets,
I am the clouds,
I am the thunder, and the lightning,
They are the rain,
They are what I give of myself to someone else,
I am the clouds,
And my words are the rain,
Pouring down to your welcoming ears,
Like the most beautiful garden,
You bloom and blossom,
After every storm
-Rose
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